A View to a Kill

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(speaks Russian)

(shouts from below)

(beeping)

(beeping intensifies)

(distant shouting)

(c*cks gun)

Aaaii! (rants)

(distant shouts)

(California Girls by the Beach Boys)

Aauughh!

(panicked cries)

(muffled cries)

I thought you'd never get back.

There was a heck of a crowd on the piste.

So I see.

- Mission accomplished?

- Best Beluga.

Vodka - rather shaken - and one microchip.

Good. I'll make a signal to M.

Be a good girl, would you,

and put her on automatic.

And we could do with a couple of glasses.

They're in the overhead rack.

(engine roars)

Commander Bond!

Call me James. It's five days to Alaska.

Meeting you

With a view to a kill

Face to face in secret places

Feel the chill

Nightfall covers me

But you know the plans I'm making

Still oversee

Could it be the whole earth opening wide?

A sacred why

A mystery gaping inside

The weekends why

Until we dance into the fire

That fatal kiss is all we need

Dance into the fire

To fatal sounds of broken dreams

Dance into the fire

That fatal kiss is all we need

Dance into the fire

Choice for you

Is the view to a kill

Between the shades

Assassination standing still

First crystal tears

Fall as snowflakes on your body

First time in years

To drench your skin with lovers' rosy stain

A chance to find a phoenix for the flame

A chance to die

But can we dance into the fire?

That fatal kiss is all we need

Dance into the fire

To fatal sounds of broken dreams

Dance into the fire

That fatal kiss is all we need

Dance into the fire

When all we see

Is the view to a kill

- Thank goodness you're here, James.

- That's very nice, Moneypenny.

A little over the top for the office?

I've been trying to reach you all morning.

What have you been up to?

Rest and recreation, my darling.

The trip back from Siberia

took a lot out of me.

Your dedication when you're on the job

is most commendable, James.

Omit the customary pleasantries,

Miss Moneypenny. We're pressed for time.

I'll... fill you in later, Moneypenny.

Aahh!

- Minister.

- Commander.

Good morning, sir.

A new pet, Q?

If, 007, you'd ever bothered to read

any memos sent from my department,

you would realise this is a prototype

of a sophisticated surveillance machine.

Now we're all here

you can get on with the briefing, Q.

Very good, sir.

Gentlemen...

A silicon integrated circuit:

The essential part of all modern computers.

No lecture, Q.

We're all aware of the microchip.

Until recently, all microchips

were susceptible to damage

from the intense magnetic pulse

of a nuclear explosion.

- Magnetic pulse?

- Yes, Minister.

One burst in outer space over the UK

and everything with a microchip in it,

from the modern toaster to sophisticated

computers and our defence systems,

would be rendered useless.

We'd be paralysed - at the Russians' mercy.

That is why a private defence

contractor came up with this:

A chip totally impervious

to magnetic pulse damage.

Now - if I place it on the micro-comparator

and compare it with

the chip Bond recovered

from the body of 003 in Siberia...

- When I bring the two images together...

- They're identical.

The KGB must have a pipeline

into that research company.

It would appear so.

Six months ago that company was

acquired by an Anglo-French combine:

Zorin Industries.

There has been a security

check of the plant?

A very extensive one. But we have no leads.

What about Zorin himself?

Max Zorin? Lmpossible.

He's a leading French industrialist.

A staunch anti-communist with

influential friends in the government.

With due respect, Minister,

the leak did occur

after Zorin bought the company.

Precisely why I've initiated an investigation.

All right, but let's be discreet about it.

But of course, Minister.

You have exactly 35 minutes

to get properly dressed, 007.

(race commentator) They round the turn.

Just under a mile to race from this point.

Come on, Fluke! Move your ar...

- Who is number one? The grey with him?

- Oh, that's Pegasus. Zorin's horse.

With the cane. Max Zorin?

Yes. Born in Dresden.

Fled from East Germany in the sixties.

French passport.

Speaks at least five languages, no accent.

Now the talk of the City and the Bourse.

- The old rags-to-riches story.

- Made his first fortune in oil and gas.

Now a second in electronics and hi-tech.

Who's that with him under the hat?

With the red dress. A girlfriend?

Oh.

We're not sure about her.

American. She's never far from him.

Name's May Day.

(Bond) And dressed for the occasion.

(Moneypenny) Come on, Fluke!

Get a wiggle on!

(commentator) Pegasus has come from

nowhere, and as they go for the line

it's Pegasus who storms clear

off Fluke and Cooper Girl.

(announcer) First, number one; second,

number two; and third, number five.

First number one, Pegasus;

second number two, Fluke;

and third number five, Cooper Girl.

Unbelievable! In all my years as a trainer

I've never seen a horse

run such a fast last furlong.

Sir Godfrey Tibbett. Our department.

- Many congratulations.

- Thank you.

- Lucky man, Zorin.

- Could be more than luck, Admiral.

- Fixed?

- Your guess is as good as mine.

The French Jockey Club have hired

a detective, Aubergine, to look into it.

(May Day) Easy, Pegasus.

Calm down, Pegasus.

Easy. Steady, steady.

She must take a lot of vitamins.

Perhaps Pegasus does too.

I think I should meet with

this detective friend of yours.

Yes. Might have some interesting

information for us. Set it up, David.

Right you are.

Moneypenny - be a darling, would you,

and collect that for me.

- I'll buy you dinner when we get back.

- Pegasus!

Bollinger, '75.

I see you are a connoisseur, Monsieur Bond.

- Ensuite, Lafite Rothschild '59.

- Another excellent choice.

I'm pleased you approve -

since you're paying the bill.

- Cheers.

- Sant, Monsieur Aubergine.

The Sret has no information on Zorin

before he came over from East Germany?

Through a personal connection

I saw his dossier myself.

But even Sret records

are sometimes incomplete!

(Flamenco guitar intro)

Et voici maintenant the fabulous

Dominique and the enchanted papillons!

(Dominique whistles bittersweet tune)

Perhaps we should add this

butterfly to our collection, no?

Tell me, why do Zorin's horses

beat others with superior bloodlines?

This is a mystery.

- Could he be using drugs?

- Nothing showed up in the tests.

Later this month, Zorin will hold his

annual sales at his stud near Paris.

Security is formidable

but the key to this mystery is there.

And I, Achille Aubergine, intend to find it.

Uunnhh!

(woman screams)

- Qu'est-ce qu'il y a?

- There's a fly in his soup.

Pardonnez-moi, monsieur.

(engine whirs)

- Taxi!

- Je ne suis pas en service.

- Follow that parachute.

- Crazy English!

Out.

My car!

My car! Ohh!

(sounds horn)

Sens unique, fada!

(band plays jazz number)

- Congratulations.

- (outraged cries)

So?

This operation was to be

conducted discreetly.

It took six million francs

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